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Margaret Fuller

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Your prudence, my wise friend, allows too little room for the mysterious whisperings of life.
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To Ralph Waldo Emerson, as quoted in "Humanity, said Edgar Allan Poe, is divided into Men, Women, and Margaret Fuller" Joseph Jay Deiss in American Heritage magazine, Vol. 23, Issue 5 (August 1972).

 
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